WEEK 16: Our baby boy is the size of an avocado. He made his first cross-country road trip, pushing on my poor tailbone the entire 27 hours (thank goodness for neck pillows functioning as cheap coccyx cushions!) and he's beginning to make himself known in the form of a real, itty bitty baby bump.
WEEK 17: Our little guy is the size of a pomegranate - about 5.5 inches long and weighing in at about 6 oz! He's growing by leaps and bounds...and so is his tiny wardrobe. Seriously, there's nothing like an after-Christmas sale at Gymboree to inspire a girl to load up on miniature corduroys, skinny jeans, flannel shirts and little old Grandpa cardigans!
WEEK 19: The Littlest Dickherber is the size of a mango! This week we hired a great doula and can't wait to work with her to prepare for our delivery. On Friday we had our anatomy scan and, like the photographer's baby he is, this guy posed perfectly for the camera. He waved hello, yawned, sucked his tiny thumb and is getting chunkier every day. No matter how many times we get to see him, it never fails to completely amaze me.
WEEK 21: Our favorite little man is the size of a pomelo! He's been kicking harder over the past three weeks and it makes me smile every time I feel those little thumps. He's most active when I eat and before bed at night and we love talking back to him when he kicks mom or dad's hand.
WEEK 23: The Littlest Dickherber is the size of an eggplant! He's around 12 inches long, weighs in at just over a pound and is packing on fat like it's his job. The past few months have been some of the happiest of my life - I love my job, our friends and our life, but growing this baby has filled me with an amazing new sense of peace, purpose and joy each day. Preparing to be a mama is the best :)
WEEK 25: Our sweet boy is as big as a large cauliflower. His hair is thickening and he's now viable outside of my belly (though we've sternly instructed him to stay in there for at least 13 more weeks). This week I've got a shout out for this little nugget's Daddy - the man who's been sanding, painting and staining all the nursery projects I dream up, who massages my back when it aches, who greets my stomach after work each day and who continues to ask me if I need anything on his way home, even though that question has proven to lead him on many strange and inconvenient detours. Though I've often questioned whether I'd make a good Mama, there's never been a doubt in my mind that Ryan will be the most wonderful Dad.